Mitz half laughs, quietly. "I, uh. Yeah. I think we're all pretty lucky to have each other, actually. I dunno. I think about it sometimes," Mitz says, then gets up. He sways a bit, then tucks a bit of Snooze's hair behind his ear. Habit. "G'night."

Snooze passes out pretty much as soon as he can't see Mitz anymore. He wakes at some terribly cold and dark hour, probably around four, and gets up to pee and have some water. Then he sneaks into the guest room to leave a glass of water and some aspirin by Mitz's bedside, and fix his covers.

He'll find Mitz snoring in the recovery position, likely. He's never had anyone (but Mouse) fix his covers, though. And he probably smiles idiotically in his sleep at the contact. (he does the same for Mouse, but has no idea. ...hm. Snooze might.)

Snooze has to suppress the urge to take a photo of Mitz's smile, of Mitz lying there so vulnerable and sweet. Instead he stands there a few extra moments, memorising it. Maybe he'll sketch it later. (awwwww)

Hopeless boy. Mitz likely wakes up very, very glad of the water and painkiller and then stumbles downstairs, bleary-eyed and still wearing just his sleeping pants. He might be holding the duvet around his shoulders.

Mitz shakes his head. "No, you'd get stalked by the press and wouldn't be able to leave your house and for what?" He actually sounds pretty sad, though it may be hangover delicateness kicking in. "I'd love to, though."

"You don't /count/," Mitz says, waving his hands a little through the gap in the blanket. "You don't - go through trash or make up lies. And I like you. So you don't count as press. You won't make Mouse cry."

Mitz is quiet for a little bit. He rests his head on Snooze's. "So come live with me," he says eventually, softly. "Seriously, though. I'm only saying to come to mine because it's bigger and it's got extra security."

Mitz turns slowly to look at Snooze. Their faces are very close. Mitz tries not to think about that. "Really? I've never had a room-mate. House-mate. Whatever. I mean, I've lived with Mouse - and you - on the bus, but... does that count? I don't want to suck to live with."

"I didn't have any complaints on the bus," Snooze says. "Well," he considers. "You did use my toothpaste once, I think. But I'm fairly sure we could work something out. I've lived with people before. Honestly, it's easy." He's also trying hard not to think about how close they are, and how the other people he's lived with he's usually been sleeping with.

Mitz resolutely and stupidly doesn't think about how living with someone that he's so desperately into is a bad idea. Never stopped him before. Instead he takes a second to calm his stuttering heart, freak out a little at NOT LIVING ALONE HOLY COW and relax after that. "So, uh," he says after a moment. "What're we watching?"